New Orleans Daily Creole

A Change in the Tide.
The course of political journals strongly indicate the direction of the current of public opinion. All attempt at disguise fail to conceal the quarter from which danger is apprehended, or to hide the reaction which takes place.
Since the arrival of Mr. Fillmore in the country and his utterance of those noble, patriotic and truthful sentiments, which linger like the melodies of home in the memory, the Black Republican journals have changed their tactics. Mr. Buchanan is almost forgotten, while their batteries are all directed against Mr. Fillmore. The Tribune—the Courier and Enquirer, and all of that stamp, look on him with undisguised fear.
"Mr. Fillmore has suddenly," says the Tribune, "loomed up into great importance and has assumed a position before the country as a nullifier never occupied by any statesman North or South."
It is aware that in the hearts of the people of this country there is a deep and abiding love of the Union—a fraternal feeling towards men of other sections, even when passion is excited and reason scarcely stands firmly at the helm.
Those few, direct and eloquent words of Mr. Fillmore at Albany threw the sunlight upon the dark schemes of Northern sectionalists. They touched the electric cord which causes heart to pulsate in unison with heart throughout the country. They startled men who were standing upon the very brink of disunion, the black gulf yawning at their feet, while they were utterly unconscious of danger. They taught the corrupt, time-serving politicians of the hour, what potency there is in truth: that sincerity and love to the whole country will melt the most stubborn opposition and dissolve the most crafty intrigues.
Mr. Fillmore hugs the Constitution to his heart; embraces the whole nation in the grasp of his statesmanship—scorns all concealment in this hour when true hearts and strong hands are needed to save. Where can we find either of the other candidates speaking as with the wisdom of a Washington—the eloquence of a Henry Clay?
When political parties are broken in pieces, and "our whole firmament is spangled with their fractions like those fragments of a bursted planet which astronomers call asteroids; when jealousy and dissension spread over the land each petty section fiercely hostile to all the rest, the fearless words of the Model President dispel all doubt and danger, and evolve new attractions even out of elements but now violently repulsive.
The reaction has begun. The tide of the popularity of Mr. Fillmore is running in. North and South the spontaneous outburst of the American heart hails him as the man for the crisis—the statesman who can rule the storm, the patriot who, when we are treading on the brink of a volcano, would sacrifice even himself to save.
The discontent of the Democracy—the rage of the Black Republicans, are indications which cannot be mistaken.